We don’t talk much. What is there to say? There is only one reason she found her way back to my door, and only one reason I let her come inside. She wants to feel alive. So do I.
We’ve exchanged names, but we don’t even need that. It doesn’t change what’s going to happen.
The only thing she asked me is how I get by in the world with no last name. I couldn’t help but laugh at the question. It was so innocent. Like a child. She would have sold that trait for passage. Now, she is offering it to me. But I haven’t taken it. Not yet. I will though, because I know that she wants me to.
As for her question, people are so accustomed to sticking to the right path that they don’t understand it’s possible to make way down the wrong one. So I’ve given her what may be her first truly valuable lesson.
If you pay in cash, you don’t need a last name.